"Skellig," her tone is fond, warm. "It is kind of you to apologize for their foolishness, for they have done both of us harm with what they do not understand."

She offers him her hand, palm up. "I am Kreyu. Would you sit with me a while, Skellig, see if we can find a way to fix what has gone so very wrong?"

She notices how he's looking at her, how his blood is rushing through his veins, how his heart quickens. He is quite lovely, to her eyes, but it would not do to rush, to frighten him.